Infidelity.
Old Arthur he lay on his deathbed
His wife Ann Marie by his side.
It seemed like more than a lifetime.
Since he asked her to become his bride.
Old Arthur could feel death approaching
His heart was tired and weak.
“I’ve got a confession,” he whispered.
And he gathered his strength just to speak.
“You know we’ve been married a long time?”
He whispered.” And we promised never to drift?”
“ Well sometimes I felt that our love life occasionally needed a lift.”
Ann Marie then interrupted, “ Let’s not discuss this right now! “
It’s too late for dragging up history, t
too late for wherefores and how. “
Arthur wanted to tell her.
To confess how he betrayed his wife.
The best time to wipe the slate clean.
Was here at the end of his life.
“ Do you remember Mary?” He asked.
“ She lived at the end of our street,”?
“ Her husband went to the bowling club,
So each Wednesday evening we’d meet.”
“ I’m sorry “ He said, “ I deceived you.”
I told you I’d gone playing pool.”
So I thought now’s the time to confess.
That I’m sorry and I feel such a fool.”
“ I never intended to leave you.
because you are the love of mi life..”
It was just a mere lusty fling,
she ‘d never replace you as mi wife.”
“And when I got home on a Wednesday,
and you were tucked up in our bed.”
You’d leave me a note on the table,I’d open it and it read.;
“ Welcome home my dear husband, my hero and number one guy.
“ Your dinner’s int oven on a low light, your favorite,Steak and ale pie.”
“ It might taste a bit tainted,” You wrote.“ It’s been in the oven some time..
So enjoy your dinner and hurry to bed, to these loving arms of mine.”
“ You’d make the same meal every Wednesday, how could I be such a prat ?
“ Playing away each Wednesday night, I behaved like next door’s Tom Cat.! “
Ann Marie smiled at her husband, and he wiped the tear from her cheek .
“ It’s nice just to let your hair down, she said “Once or twice in a week.”
“ You see, when you went out on a Wednesday, Mary’s bloke came round to ours,”
We made our escape from our cheating spouses, just for a couple of hours.
You said that you felt like a Tom cat, and probably asked yourself why.
“ The three tins of cat food each Wednesday night, I used to put in your Pie! “
- Author: Chris Duffy ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2022 14:09
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Regularity is often seen as a virtue, Chris.
Further, the vitamins and minerals plus protein in petfood today in all probability replenished his dwindling stocks after the Wednesday tryst... Great laugh from me!
Thanks Dave.
Glad it made you titter!
What a wonderful write Chris bringing laughter to me, thank you.
Andy
Thanks Andy. I think most of us view our younger days through the prism of a Randy Tom cat. Or is that just me ?
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